Tuesday 29 November 2011

Tonight's Nocturne.

These little serenades on the nightly ramble are turning into a regular feature. Maybe I should stop making them, since regular features can become tedious, but have another one for good measure. Tonight’s little things of note:

It appears my dire presumption regarding the village pub was premature. It was open again tonight, although there were no cars on the car park so I still think the writing is on the wall.

The crescent moon looked mildly bizarre. It was coloured light orange, and hung at a jaunty angle just above the horizon.  It appeared so big and so close that I fancied I could see the strings holding it aloft.

A meteor sped across a small arc of the southern sky, leaving a silver trail before expiring.

Despite the windows of a certain kitchen being laden with condensation, it looked as though somebody was having chicken for dinner.

The nightly gaggle of planes going to and from EMA continued to wink seductively.

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